SCARLETTThe afternoon sun was still warm on my skin when I pulled up to the mansion. The drive back from the hospital had given me time to think, but my mind kept circling back to Ethan’s mother’s harsh words and the way the doctor had looked at me with such quiet understanding. I felt drained but also strangely lighter, like I had finally spoken some truths out loud.As I got out of the car, I saw Ryder standing near the side entrance, a cigarette between his fingers. Smoke curled slowly upward in the bright daylight. He looked deep in thought, shoulders slightly tense, eyes staring into the distance. The sight made something twist in my chest.“Smoking is bad for the baby,” I said softly as I walked toward him.Ryder looked up quickly, surprised. He immediately dropped the cigarette and crushed it under his shoe, grinding it into the stone path until it was completely out.“Sorry,” he said, his voice low and a little rough. He stepped closer, eyes scanning my face. “How’s our baby?
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